jump! He did. And I made him!" 16 And that, Dear Diary, was my informal introduction to the nervous nephew of Mr. John Denton. 17 17 CHAPTER II Doctor Denton came in this morning. He has been in every day since that horror-night, and we preserve an armed neutrality with one another. I had even grown rather to like him, not for himself so much as for the engaging way his hair grows, and for the sensitive, spatulate fingers of the born surgeon. But after his visit of this morning, my little liking has retreated, as those crocuses which leave warm earth prematurely are sent shuddering into nothingness by the breath of an inimical frost. Here's what happened. The roses started, and finished it. My room is quite full of them today; everywhere I look is just a blur of color. I think that Earth is particularly lavish this season. When father brought Doctor Denton in, and left us to what he fondly termed a "nice chat," the following conversation ensued. "Good morning, Miss Carroll!" "Good morning, Doctor Denton!" After a few professional inquiries as to the state of health in which the morning had found me, and my satisfactory answers,—silence! I watched him stride restlessly about my room, until I could stand it no longer. Then I said briefly, "Lovely day, isn't it?" Came a growl, which translated I took to signify, "Hot!" I know now just how water feels, trying to wear away 18 the proverbial stone. Exhausted by my efforts, I leaned back among my pillows and closed my eyes. 18 Presently Doctor Denton came, and drew a chair close to the bed.
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